Today I went to Rolling Thunder and the Vietnam Memorial in DC. A few months ago my Dad was diagnosed with moderate dementia so I decided to bring him down and see the wall. It was very emotional for him and myself. We spent a few hours their and we found the names of two guys he was with when they were hit and died. The best part of the day was when a few guys on the metro stopped and thanked him for his service. To all the men and women that gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom I say thank you. My dad's the one with his shirt open slinging the 60cal